Culture Tourism

Human ideas are days
Watched through the wide windows
Of a room with a view.

Very few will strike you
As much unlike the rest—
The clouds are similar,

As are the shades of blue.
A run of months goes by
Before changing seasons

Shift the scene entirely
To the next set of days,
And not all have seasons.

Civilization takes
Snapshots every morning
Like the silly tourist

That it is and ends up
With a vast collection
Of slight differences.